Twas the Nigh of Christmas & All Through the House

My family and I celebrate Christmas on the Eve of Christmas. Christmas Day for me is to sleep over half the day (since I work overnights with my current job that actually pays for the bills), snack on appetizer type foods, and surf the channels for a movie marathon and spend it as a single mother of two dogs, fighting over the garbage can, yet again.

But a change up this early evening. Turning off the TV and insert Celine Dion into my ears with a mix of her new album, Christmas songs and top hits.  Surely a warm feeling with one of the best singing voices, ever to exist. Thank you, Quebec for allowing her to express her dreams to the world and not keep her isolated. Now if only my favorite actor would follow suit. (laughing). Just kidding. Mind you, I am also inducing myself to another coffee high at this moment.

For Christmas, the most spoiled out of the group other than my nephews is my mother and step-dad, but seeing the joy and laughter on their faces are all priceless. I feel they also are old enough to know better and keep grounded when we give them exactly what they want for Christmas. But for the rest of us, the second generation, we keep the gifts small as possible, or we try, so we can teach the nephews that Christmas isn’t just about presents.  I have learned over the years that gifts are nice, but family time is a grander event during this time of year. It’s getting easier for me after years of shutting them out due to my personal struggles in the past. Hell, we are having another family night on Thursday for our favorite past-time meal, taco pizza! (laughing).

What’s even more heart-warming than Celine Dion, are the actions my immediate family shows by supporting my dreams of writing, cooking, and I am sure if they could, traveling, by the few gifts I do receive. This year was writing tools/inspirational books & my mother busted her behind with homemade seasonings and olive oils, as she built a new kitchen shelf for me, and also included three new cookbooks.

 I only had to read the first chapter of Jack Canfield’s Chicken Soup For The Soul: Inspiration for Writers, to get motivated for this blog. I am here, “working”, for my readers (smiling). It was the story of Celine Dion’s ghost writer for her biography and it was just touching. Yes, I will continue reading it after I work on my blog again. Revealing my novel projects, with a sneak peak of Psychological Demons later this week, as I re-add, yet, another page on my blog site.

I feel it’s coming together beautifully. Just need to carry a notepad, writing utensil, and one of my writing tools, inspirational books, with at all times. As I continue to write, my audience continues to grow. As I open myself up to other artistic measures, again, my audience grows. I joke about being the “Jane of Trades” through my photography, music, & writing, but haven’t mastered any of them yet. Or have I? Just waiting on the “write” (right) person to discover me. Only time will tell after my dues are paid, figuratively.

As I work towards my stories, photography, & poetry, I hope I give you the inspiration to work on your passions, instead of slaving yourself for the government (disguise-able discovery with my current private Philosophical thoughts). I also hope for those who celebrate Christmas and also for those who don’t to find peace within their hearts and in their loved ones. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, and overall, Happy Holidays and please, PLEASE, have a safe and Happy New Year.

As for me, I shall get “crunk” (an urban slang for drunk and crazy, for you non-urban and non-Lil’ Jon folks) off of Welch’s Sparkling Grape Juice this year. A repeat of last year (smiles).

Until Next Time…

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